Moonraker Fall

Muddy pajamas, wrinkled
Olives like half moons
Orange lipstick kisses on
Napkins. It’s okay if you reach
Right on over to Saturn
And pluck the rings because
Karma nibbles on your toes
End of Days! End of Times!
Remember it’s just bullshit anyway.

Frost cracks the moon
Antecedent mountains become
Lava locked and it’s your
Lucky lust that keeps you safe.


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Stay warm everyone! It's been awhile since I posted a poem. I just wrote this one today. Enjoy and please let me know what you think. It is an acrostic poem using the words "moonraker fall" which by the way has nothing to do with James Bond. Till next time...